[talking] hold up let me hit my hypnotic aight you rollin? i’d just like to take a minute to apolgize to my listeners i just wanna say i’m sorry for not havin any songs about happiness or bein in peace and sh*t like that see i can only display my personal feelings and experinces and so far i ain’t felt what happiness feels like and experinced anything but hard times and heartache so i apoligize for not makin you dance i apologize for not havin any sarcastical songs you know that good feeling with e’m that put a smile on your face i ain’t had nothin to offer accept for frown so for that i’m sorry i promise if i can sing another song

[verse 1] i wish i could tell you my life was good but it’s not i wish misery, city runners were cold, but they’re hot so many situations to deal with, i can’t concentrate a hundred homies and everyone is fake how can i make it out the ghetto it want let me go seems like everytime i do a good deed, good deeds never return to ‘ro i gave up my last so somebody could have a start then somebody got me locked behind bars what a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life for your crime i’m doin time in the penn tonight it’s bad enough i lost a family my luck ain’t live mama died when i was 6 and daddy ain’t have enough time to kick it with me-like i wanted him to kick it with me now that i’m incarcarated you wanna come and visit with me but i ain’t holdin no grudges daddy i love you that’s my word even though you had me sleeping on a curb…i wish i had another song

[chorus] these are the days (these are the days) we cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away) on to another place pretty soon i’ll be gone twenty-summod years of calling god on this mobile phone if it wasn’t for my life style i’d sing another song

[verse 2] i wish that i was ridin around in a bentley but maybe z-ro living lavish just ain’t meant to be cause i’m the type of fella that’ll give a b*m a hundred dollars i’d rather help out my people instead of poppin my collar i wish that i could get a million copies sold if i’m broke i’d rather die i don’t want no more poverty-‘ro and oh sometimes i wish that i was somebody else cause i can’t even pay bills even though my cd’s want stay on the shelf strugglin and i’m strivin and just barely strivin bobbin and weavin-my last breathe time after time and it seems that i want ever get no rest i’m exhausted tryna make it-compare the price and pain is what the cost is maybe if i was evil i’d be rolling in bread until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head but my mission is keepin ambition i’m trying so hard even though my soul is scarred-oh lord… i wish i had another song

[chorus] these are the days (these are the days) we cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away) on to another place pretty soon i’ll be gone twenty-summod years of calling god on this mobile phone if it wasn’t for my life style i’d sing another song

[verse 3 – singing] i wish that i could sing another song but my rhythm is too much pain sunshine is the level that i think i’m own so tell me why it’s so much rain day to day it’s a struggle in my lifetime to keep from creepin i be stayin in the g no crimes commited so tell me why i’m doin time and want n*body come and sit with me for free sometimes at night i smoke a cig and sit back and wonder why the whole world hate me so much ambition i just gotta pull my wig back wishing murder would come on and take me i wish that i could sing another song i’m tired of sleeping in rivers of tears all night long no point in wonderin why my people use to do me wrong stuck in this reality until my life is over and gone

[chorus] these are the days (these are the days) we cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away) on to another place pretty soon i’ll be gone twenty-summod years of calling god on this mobile phone if it wasn’t for my life style i’d sing another song